After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

Wen Qingruan slowly closed her eyes, and after a long while, she finally found her voice again.

"Mr. Chen, are you very keen to befriend Young Master Shen?"

"Nonsense! In the entire capital city, who wouldn't want to be associated with the Shen family? Wen Qingruan, if you can introduce me to Young Master Shen and give Chenguang the opportunity to cooperate with the Shen Group, I'd agree to a dowry of not just 600,000, but even 1 million, no, 5 million!"

Wen Qingruan opened her eyes, the mist in her eyes dissipated, leaving only clarity, "Six hundred thousand!"

"I won't marry you! I only introduced you two; whether you can work together is between you two. Regardless of whether it works out or not, I want 600,000!"

Chen Shu frowned and looked at Wen Qingruan.

He had his eye on this woman the moment he saw her photo, and now that he knew she was acquainted with Young Master Shen, Chen Shu was even less willing to let her go.

"You'll be a great contributor if you help me cooperate with the Shen family. Marry me, and you can name your dowry. As for what I just said about having a son, don't worry. Even if you can't have a son, I won't blame you."

"Need not!"

Without a second thought, Wen Qingruan refused. She got up and picked up her bag.

"I'll arrange for you to meet Shen He within a week. Before that meeting, I need to receive 600,000."

After saying that, Wen Qingruan walked away from the coffee shop.

Watching Wen Qingruan's departing figure, Chen Shu narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on her slender waist, reluctant to leave.

He wants to cooperate with the Shen family!

He wants to get his hands on this woman too.

The private room on the top floor of the coffee shop wasn't crowded, but the people in it were all well-known figures in Kyoto.

Shen He sat at the card table, looking at the person by the window. He wanted to speak several times, but in the end, he swallowed his words.

Fu Yanci stood in front of the French windows for a long time, one hand in his pocket, his eyes dark and gloomy, until a white figure appeared in his vision, along with a glaring coffee stain on the hem of his clothes.

The cigarette between his fingers burned faintly, while his other hand in his pocket slowly clenched into a fist.

Until that glimpse of white was blocked by the bus stop sign, until the cigarette burned out and the scalding sparks burned my fingers.

Fu Yanci frowned for a moment and stubbed out the cigarette in the crystal ashtray.

The private room was still lively. He grabbed his coat and was about to leave.

Someone said, "Yanci, you've only been here a short time and you're already leaving."

Fu Yanci: "You guys have fun, I have things to do!"

Knowing Fu Yanci's situation, everyone understood that he shouldn't go back too late, so they didn't try to stop him.

Watching Fu Yanci's departing figure from the card table, Shen He felt a little worried and wanted to follow him.

"Shen He, what are you doing! You think you can just leave after winning money? No way!"

Shen He was pinned down on the mahjong table by his friend, and Fu Yanci had already left while they were talking.

Even with the neon lights flashing, the winter nights in Kyoto cannot hide the desolate feeling permeated by the cold.

Wen Qingruan was unaware that from the moment she boarded the bus, a black Maybach had been following her at a distance.

After getting off the bus, she walked towards the residential area, looking down as she replied to messages on her phone.

Her gaze fell on the coffee stain on the hem of her coat. Remembering that the parent was a germaphobe, she took off her coat despite the cold weather.

Fortunately, this is a high-end residential complex, and the lobby is heated, so it's not very cold.

Otherwise, if I catch a cold, not only will I have to spend money on medical treatment, but I will also miss out on class time fees.

Fu Yanci rolled down the car window and clearly saw the woman take off her cheap coat and walk into a high-end residential building.

The man's hands on the steering wheel tightened slowly, and a shadow fell over his face.

She lives here!

But in a coffee shop, she haggled with a man over a dowry of 600,000!

She even deliberately wore a coat like that!

Is it to make myself look pitiful?

Fu Yanci loosened his tie, feeling that the car's heater was on too high and it was terribly stuffy!

He pushed open the car door and got out. The cold wind blew up his clothes. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the car, shook one out, and put it to his lips.

The cold wind blew the lighter's flame erratically. He frowned, cupped his hand around the flame, and lit a cigarette.

The rich tobacco smoke slid from my mouth into my lungs, but it did not soothe the restlessness in my heart in the slightest, and the smoke I exhaled did not take away any bitterness.

Until the last cigarette in the pack burned out, and the ground was littered with cigarette butts...

He looked towards the exit of the apartment building, but the woman never came out…

Fu Yanci stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, turned around, opened the car door, and got into the car.

The screeching sound of the accelerator shattered the silence of the night, and the black Maybach sped onto the main road like an arrow released from a bow.

Wen Qingruan walked out of the building.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, the cold wind seeped into my bones.

Wen Qingruan took out her coat and put it on. She glanced at the time and saw that there were only fifteen minutes left before the last bus. She pulled her coat tighter and ran to the bus stop.

Wen Qingruan finally breathed a sigh of relief after catching the bus.

It was already 11 p.m., and there were hardly any people on the streets, with only a few cars occasionally passing by.

Leaning against the car window, her forehead pressed against the glass, the cold touch made it difficult for the already exhausted Wen Qingruan to rest.

But she was so tired that she closed her eyes after a short while.

"Wenwen, once you've recovered, we'll have our wedding. I want to make you the happiest woman in the world!"

"Wenwen, I'm going to present you with all the best things in the world, so that you'll never look at another man but me!"

……

"Fu Yanci, given your family's current situation, if I don't leave, am I supposed to just wait to be dragged down by you?"

"Fu Yanci, just pretend I'm dead!"

……

With a sudden stop, Wen Qingruan woke up from her dream and looked up to find that they had arrived at the station.

She hurriedly got off the bus, and it wasn't until a cold wind blew and her face felt chilly that Wen Qingruan realized she was crying.

Over the past five years, she has long been accustomed to waking up crying from her dreams. Compared to the days when she first left Kyoto, at least she no longer needs to take medicine to fall asleep, and she no longer experiences unbearable chest pain when she wakes up.

Standing at the hospital entrance, Wen Qingruan paused for a moment before walking towards the inpatient building.

At the entrance to the ICU ward, the smooth floor tiles were covered with blankets of various colors.

The quiet hall was occasionally filled with snores, but more often, there were low sobs and sighs.

Their families are all in the ICU ward. Even though they only have half an hour of visiting time each day, they stay here all day, praying that the people inside can come out safely as soon as possible.

Wen Qingruan found the doctor on duty and inquired about Luo Luo's condition.

As Wen Qingruan emerged from the doctor's office, her already pale face turned even whiter.

The doctor said that Lolo's condition was very bad and she needed to have surgery as soon as possible. In addition to the high cost of the surgery, the follow-up care would also be a considerable expense.

She leaned against the wall dejectedly and slowly closed her eyes.

She remembered the first time she met Luo Luo, when the police called her and said that her mother had accidentally killed her father due to a family dispute and had given birth to a baby girl prematurely.

When she arrived at the hospital in her hometown, she saw Luo Luo lying in an incubator, a tiny little thing covered in tubes.

She became the child's sole guardian.

The shrill ring of the cell phone pulled Wen Qingruan back to reality.

Looking at the ringtone flashing on the screen, she felt as if she had been dragged into a cold quagmire, unable to break free or escape.

She pressed the answer button, and the familiar cursing voice came through the receiver.